The look in her eyes when she came home.

It was like she was trapped,

not free to roam.

She wouldn't listen to what I said.

Even though she won,

it was like she was dead.

Every dream that she had turned to sorrow.

She was acting like

there was no tomorrow.

No matter what I tried to do.

She'd push me away,

I wasn't in her view.

Every second we would grow apart.

Her not caring

was enough to break my heart.

No matter what she did I still tried,

to save the girl

that really died.